But instead, his thick middle finger surged with relentless force and depth into her vagina and she froze, momentarily catching her breath, until the sensations it caused finished skyrocketing through her.

"Oooohhhhh, do it to me… do it, for God's sake!" she pleaded back at him, forgetting all of her vows to resist and not be conquered by his foul beast's lewd manipulations, trying now to twist her neck so that she could watch his maddening hands working back there at her crotch between her wide-spread thighs.

"Do what ma chere?" he taunted, grinning down triumphantly at her lust-contorted face as she gaped helplessly and near glassy-eyed back at the continual growing of his massive, rock-hard cock.

"Oh, damn you… fuck me!" she moaned, the words tumbling from her lips. "Fuck me animal fashion… like a dirty bitch in heat!"

Larreau began to laugh gleefully. "Oui, ma chere, as you say… but remember, you requested it, eh?" He gazed evilly down at her squirming back, a thin line of sweat beginning to form on his upper lips. "Raise up your ass," he commanded.

She was still on her stomach and without hesitation arched her hips higher, then felt his hands reaching for her to pull her up onto her knees. She let him guide her and kept lifting herself until she was entirely raised before him, high and open. She felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and wished he would hurry, but there was no way of making him enter into her again until he was ready.

Finally, he moved in behind her, spreading her thighs even wider with his knees, his heavy, pulsating cock heaving lustfully as it pointed itself toward the crinkled pinkish ring of her tiny anus so lusciously displayed to him from between the full rounded spheres of her buttocks.